My hand burnt when i touched her
And i dreamt for a moment
Bury me in a box of photographs
A thick bleak wind across
My…
Your face is so slick slick slick
I cut my fingers on your edges
It's so cruel, it burns, it's so cruel…
'when people mistake revenge for love, honey
This ain't my father's hand
Honey, this ain't my father's hand
Baby, you're so slick
You're a slick image
Little girl
Slick slick slick…'
My hand dries in the wind now
(thick thick thick)
And it is burnt
(black black black)
But for a moment it was red
(and slick slick slick)